Page 58 of Shades of Scars

I hop back up on the exam table, and the nurse disappears into the bathroom with a white stick in her gloved hand. Before I can protest, Kate drags her chair closer to the table and grabs my hand, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze that I try to pretend doesn’t make me choke up with emotions I haven’t allowed myself to feel in a very long time.

The nurse is in the bathroom for a few minutes before she comes back out. Her expression is unreadable, and that makes me shift nervously on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath me. “Do you want to see?” She holds up the plastic stick she’d taken in the bathroom with her, and I suck in a breath.

Do I? I’m absolutely terrified of what it might show me. I look over to Kate, and she holds my gaze steadily. “Can you look?” I ask her, and she gives my hand another squeeze before she nods. She stands and moves towards the beta nurse. The womanflashes her the stick, and Kate stares at it for a very tense few seconds. “What does it say?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

I hold my breath when Kate turns to face me. “Will you believe me if I tell you it’s positive?” She asks, and I feel my heart stutter in my chest.

“P-positive?”

She smiles at me. “You’re pregnant, Scar. I don’t know who told you that you were infertile, but they were wrong. You’re going to be a mom.”

And just like that, I pass the fuck out.

36

Wren

The sound of my phone ringing shatters the fitful sleep I’d fallen into at my desk for the third time in as many days. I haven’t been sleeping well since Scarlett walked out on us, so I often find myself falling asleep while trying to get some work done in my office.

Groaning, I reach for my cell on the corner of the desk, swiping my thumb to answer the call before I can even check to see who it is. “What?” I grumble, scrubbing a hand down my face in an attempt to brush off the lingering exhaustion weighing me down. It doesn’t help.

“There’s a possibility I will lose my license for this, but I can’t in my good conscious not inform you about the situation I’m currently dealing with at my clinic.” It takes me a few seconds to process the words and voice on the other end of the line.

“Kars? What the hell has happened?” I pull the phone back from my face to see that it is indeed Parker Kars, my pack’s on-call doctor for emergencies, on the other end. “Which one of them is hurt?” I’m already rising to my feet, gritting my teeth against the throbbing in my right temple from the way I’d passed out at my desk. I glance at the clock on the wall above the door as I march out of my office to see that it’s only one in the afternoon.

There’s a pause from him before he speaks. “It’s your omega.” I nearly stumble into the wall when I step through thedoor, just barely stopping myself from slamming my face into plaster and wood.

“Excuse me? What the fuck is going on with my omega?” I bark, unable to help myself. My pace picks up and I practically jog into the kitchen where I find Lark sitting at the island, nursing a cup of coffee and a Sudoku puzzle from yesterday’s paper.

My pack brother’s head jerks up at my words, his eyes flaring wide as he too gets to his feet. Panic is already making me sweat, and I veer off from the kitchen, heading towards the front door. I snatch up the keys to something when I pass the key rack on the wall. I can feel Lark hot on my heels, but I am too focused on getting down to the clinic as fast as possible.

“Meet me at Black Tide Memorial. I’m having her transferred. I don’t want to speak about this over the phone. Just get here.” He says, and then the fucking dickhead hangs up on me.

“Motherfucker!” I snarl, jabbing my fist into the button on the elevator that will take me down to our underground parking garage. “That shit stain just hung up on me!” Fury starts pumping through my veins like poison, but it’s not enough to override the overwhelming dread his words have dredged up in me.

“Tell me what’s happened.” Lark demands when he steps in with me the moment the elevator doors slide open. I punch my finger into the close door button, and when it doesn’t work fast enough, I snarl again. Tension bands tight in my shoulders, and I’m two seconds away from taking the stairs down when the door finally slides shut.

I pull up Caito’s contact information as we plummet down to the parking garage. “Kars just called me to say Scarlett was at the clinic and she’s being transferred to Black Tide Memorial. He wouldn’t give me any information over the phone before thebastard hung up on me. I’m going to call Caito and see why the hell he didn’t call me when she left her apartment.”

I bring the phone up to my ear before it even starts to ring out. He picks up on the second ring. “We have a situation.”

“No fucking shit, jackass. Why didn’t you fucking call me when you brought her to the clinic?” I snap down the line, and a deadly silence follows for all of three seconds, which is a record for Caito.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His tone is low, bordering on a vicious snarl.

My brow furrows. “What do you mean, asshole? I just got the call from Kars that he’s transferring Scarlett to Black Tide Memorial. You’re not with her? The fuck is going on, Caito?” Now I’m getting pissed the hell off.

“Apollo’s with me. I’ll fill you in on our situation when we get there.” Caito hangs up on me before I can protest, and I snarl in fury, whipping my phone at the closed elevator doors.

Lark winces. “I hope you didn’t just break that. How are you supposed to get updates on Scarlett now?”

“They’re not with her.” I seethe as the elevator finally comes to a stop, and I’m out the doors as soon as they start sliding open. I press the key fob in my hand, and thankfully our pack SUV chirps from across the lot. Good thing I hadn’t picked out one of the bikes, otherwise Lark would’ve had to ride bitch to the hospital. There would be no way I’d go back up to get another set of keys.

Time is of the essence.

Lark doesn’t respond to my statement until we are seated in the SUV and peeling out of the garage in the direction of the hospital. I know I’m speeding and I’m likely to get pulled over, but I could honestly care less right now. The faster I can get to our omega, the better.

“We’ll figure out what’s going on. If something was seriously wrong, Kars would’ve said that on the phone.” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself more than me.

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